Lyrics
She packs up her troubles
in her dkny bag,
and smiles,
smiles,
smiles.
She's got Zanex for anxiety,
And Prozac to kill the poetry.
A little Adavan to wash away
The dreams the Zoloft can't erase.
And Perkacets when all the others fail.
She packs up her troubles
in her dkny bag,
and smiles,
smiles,
smiles.
She talks about her drug abuse,
Her battles with the booze.
But now she's thirteen years
Clean and Sober.
She packs up her troubles
in her dkny bag,
and smiles,
smiles,
smiles.
While the old men at the bar watch terrified.
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